Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.